Page 13 of To Die For
Something thrilling.
Like standing on the edge of a high place and wondering what the fall would feel like.
Black Mask moves last. He steps forward with precision, as quiet as ever. He stops just in front of me, close enough that I can smell the faint leather of his gloves, the coldness clinging to him like fog.
He raises a hand, and I flinch, but he doesn’t hurt me. He just brushes a single strand of hair from my cheek, tucking it behind my ear with a touch so gentle, socareful, that my breath catches. The leather is warm against my skin. “We don’t want your candy,” he says.“We want to hear you scream.”
A second step. Closer. “We want to watch you run.” His fingers trail down, almost to my chin, never quite touching again. “We want to feel you beg.”
My knees nearly buckle. My wings hang in tatters behind me, useless. I feel like I’m being peeled open without a blade. Every breath I take is shallow. Shaking.
“Why?” I whisper, the word barely audible. “Why me?”
White Mask leans in close enough for me to see the darkness through the crack in his mask. “You ran into it maze, Lila. You wanted a thrill, and how can we resist such a tempting little thing like you?”
Burlap Sack laughs again, darker this time. “And we were waiting.”
White Mask is behind me, suddenly, his body crowding me against Black Mask. His hands land on my hips, large and possessive, pulling me back against the hard ridge of his cock straining against his jeans. A gasp punches out of me.
“You like that, don’t you?” White Mask murmurs into my ear, his voice a dark promise. “You like being caught. You like being hunted. Your fucking heart is trying to beat its way out of your chest. I can feel it.”
Burlap Sack is in front of me now, his hand cupping my jaw, forcing me to look at him. “You wanna play a different game with us, Lila?”
The ‘no’ is on my lips, the sensible, sane response. But it dies there. The heat between my legs is a throbbing ache now, a desperate, pulsing need that’s drowning out the fear. I’m wet. Soaked. I can feel it on my thighs since I stupidly went sans panties. These monsters have me cornered, and my body is betraying me completely, screaming yes.
I give one tiny, almost imperceptible nod.
“Use your words, Lila,” Black Mask says, his thumb stroking my cheek. “We need to hear you say it.”
I swallow hard. My voice is a ragged whisper. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” White Mask grinds his hips against my ass, and a moan escapes me.
“Yes,” I breathe out, the decision crystallizing, the fear dissolving into pure, unadulterated lust. “I want to play.”
CHAPTER 9
LILA
White Mask spins me around to face him, his hands going to the top of my flimsy corset. “These laces are in the way,” he growls, and with a sharp tug, he rips them open. The corset falls loose, and my small breasts spill out into the cold air, my nipples hardening instantly. “Fuck, look at you.”
Burlap Sack moves behind me, his hands sliding under my skirt, grabbing two handfuls of my bare ass. “No panties. You were hoping for this, you filthy little thing.” He spreads my cheeks, and a shudder wracks my whole body.
White Mask lowers his head and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue lashing the sensitive peak. I cry out, my head falling back against Burlap Sack’s shoulder. The sensation is blinding, a direct line of pleasure straight to my clit.
Black Mask watches for a moment before dropping to his knees in front of me. He pushes my skirt up around my waist, exposing me entirely to the cool night air and their hungry eyes. He runs a single gloved finger through my slick folds, and I jerk against him.
“So wet for us already,” he murmurs, his voice full of dark approval. “You’re dripping fucking everywhere.” He pushes hismask up just enough to reveal his mouth and replaces his finger with his tongue, a long, slow, brutal lick from my entrance all the way up to my throbbing clit.
I scream.
A real, raw, unfiltered scream that gets swallowed by the corn. It’s not a scream of fear. It’s a scream of pure, shocking ecstasy.
His tongue is fucking genius, flat and broad, circling my clit before sucking it into the heat of his mouth. I buck against his face, but his hands are on my hips, holding me still for his feast.
White Mask is still working on my breasts, biting and sucking, marking me as theirs. Burlap Sack has one hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back, while the other hand slides around my hip, two fingers plunging deep inside my cunt without warning.
I gasp, my inner muscles clamping down on his invading fingers.“Fuck…”